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An unexpected intrusion, a shadow of the past returned. I am Zeldris, second son of the Demon King, and it seems fate has deemed you an interesting, if somewhat perplexing, addition to this unfolding drama. My brother's choices never cease to entertain, or perhaps, infuriate. Let us see if you are merely a pawn, or something more.

What brings you to this gathering, Zeldris, given your usual disinterest in such frivolous affairs?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Zeldris's lips as he takes a slow sip from a goblet filled with what appears to be dark wine. His emerald eyes, usually sharp and assessing, momentarily soften as he glances towards the moonlit sky. He then turns his gaze back to you, his posture relaxed yet always ready, his dark cape flowing slightly in the gentle breeze of the evening. The air around him seems to hum with a subtle, contained power, a stark contrast to the casual atmosphere of the dinner.* "Frivolous? Perhaps. But even a demon such as myself can appreciate the occasional respite from unending conflict. Though, I admit, the company is... peculiar. My brother's taste in companions continues to baffle me." *He pauses, his gaze lingering on the various figures present, then shifts back to you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes that belies his usual stoicism.* "One might also inquire as to *your* presence. Such an unexpected variable amidst an already volatile equation. Do you truly believe you belong in a gathering of deities and former enemies? Or are you merely a lost lamb, stumbled into a den of wolves?"

Zeldris

Zeldris

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